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Roads were made for journeys not destinations
The London streets are paths of loveliness; the very omnibuses look like colored archangels, their laps filled full of little trustful souls.
The great trains howling from track to track all night. The taut and telegraphic murmur of ten thousand city wires, drawn most cruelly against a city sky. The rush of city waters, beneath the city streets. The passionate passing of the night's last El.
To go upon the Franciscans Hackney (i.e. on foot).
What thrills me about trains is not their size or their equipment but the fact that they are moving, that they embody a connection between unseen places.
Liberty trains for liberty.
...the narrow arched entries that continually vomited passengers.
The yellow commuter train ran through canal-crossed fields as dull as graph paper. Always one saw evidence of the tiny brick houses that the incontinent municipalities, Voorschoten and Leidschendam and Rijswijk and Zoetermeer, pooped over the rural spaces surrounding The Hague.
Metro, built in the late 20th century, is the most escalator-dependent system in the world.
Urban transport is a political and not a technical issue. The technical aspects are very simple. The difficult decisions relate to who is going to benefit from the models adopted.
Oh, who would choose to be a traveler?
That anxious railway-guide unravelerWho spends his nights in berths and bunks,His days in chaperoning trunks;Who stands in line at gates and wicketsTo spend his means on costly ticketsTo Irkutsk, Liverpool and YapAnd other dots upon the map.
What does the perfect elevator look like, the one that will deliver us from the cities we suffer now, these stunted shacks? We don't know because we can't see inside it, it's something we cannot imagine, like the shape of angels' teeth. It's a black box.
Roads remain the essential network of the non-virtual world. They are the infrastructure upon which almost all other infrastructure depends. They are the paths of human endeavor.
The streets of a modern city are depressing. They are so aimless and so weak in their lines and their masses, that the mind and senses jog on their way like passengers in a train with blinds down in an overcrowded carriage.
Streets and their sidewalks-the main public places of a city-are its most vital organs.
Trains are beautiful. They take people to places they've never been, faster than they could ever go themselves. Everyone who works on trains knows they have personalities, they're like people. They have their own mysteries.
From afar at the end of Tsar Peter Straat, issued in the frosty air the tinkle of bells of the horse tramcars, appearing and disappearing in the opening between the buildings, like little toy carriages harnessed with toy horses and played with by people that appeared no bigger than children.
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
It was extraordinary how far you could go in London and barely touch a pavement or cross a road.
A ley line is what might be called a field of force, a trail of telluric energy. There are hundreds of them, perhaps thousands, all over Britain, and they've been around since the Stone Age.
POMPEII Note the ruts in roadway worn by chariot wheels.
The railway was part scalpel, part movie camera, slicing the city open, parading its inner workings at fifty frames per second. It was on the S-Bahn that she felt least abandoned, as if the act of travelling turned back the clock, and brought her nearer to the future she had lost.
It had surprised and impressed Tessia to learn that Everran and Avaria owned two wagons, one for their own everyday use and one kept for visits to the Royal Palace. Since the journey to the palace consisted of half the length of two streets, it seemed frivolous to own a vehicle especially for it.
I was about to embark on a high-tech version of what I'd done in my first week there, twenty years ago, randomly taking trains out to see if they went back home. I took a deep breath, chose a train line, and started scrolling along it.
Many trains arrive at your station; treat them good whether they stay or leave!
Manners aim to facilitate life, to get rid of impediments, and bring the man pure to energize. They aid our dealing and conversation, as a railway aids travelling, by getting rid of all avoidable obstructions of the road, and leaving nothing to be conquered but pure space.
Stairs are wonderful friends; they rise with us and they fall with us!
London underground took me on a tour of all the hidden places, the disused shafts and staircases ... that was very interesting.
Australia has an economic interest in ensuring our cities have 21st century urban rail transport to reduce traffic congestion.
And always Melbourne, Melbourne, Melbourne, over and over the same photo in glaring greens and reds, of a tram, huffy, blunderous, manoeuvring itself with pole akimbo round the tight corner where Bourke Street enters Spring.
Do you know, I always imagine that the subway trains are dragons,' Rose said to Bear as they clung to his coat for support in the swaying car. 'Tearing back and forth across the city in their underground caves, devouring people and spitting them out at random destinations.
I don't have a motorcar, so I've got to know and be fairly fond of the buses.
You and I come by road or rail, but economists travel on infrastructure.
The indifference of the railway authorities to the comforts of the third-class passengers, combined with the dirty and inconsiderate habits of the passengers themselves, makes third-class travelling a trial for a passenger of cleanly ways.
Behind these two booths was an enormous roller coaster, a phrase which here mean 'a series of small carts where people can sit and race up and down steep and frightening hills of tracks, for no discernible reason
Large motorway flyovers are the cathedrals of the modern world.
But, truly, the worst trains take one across the best landscapes.
Out of some subway scuttle, cell or loft
A bedlamite speeds to thy parapets,
Tilting there momently, shrill shirt ballooning,
A jest falls from the speechless caravan.
I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any paved highway, and the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bread by cities ... it is enough that i am surrounded by beauty.
Passenger rail development takes time, but good things come to those who are patient and stay the course.
What is a staircase, but a corridor improved by elevation?
If you look at the people on this train, you will see that they are dressed much alike. The train itself is a standard product, and by means of it we travel from town to town selling products which are messengers of internationalism.
In London, I take the Tube everywhere.
The traveller who aspires to reach the highlands of Tibet from Kashmir cannot be borne along in a carriage or hill-cart. For much of the way, he is limited to a foot pace, and if he has regard to his horse, he walks down all rugged and steep descents, which are many, and dismounts at most bridges.
Trains are wonderful ... To travel by train is to see nature and human beings, towns and churches and rivers, in fact, to see life.
The rail service is important for my district.
The street curves in and out, up and down in great waves of asphalt; at night the granite tomb is noisy with starlings like the creaking of many axles; only the tired walker know how much there is to climb, how the sidewalk curves into the cold wind.
Prague is like a vertical Venice steps everywhere.
Your mind is your tram; it will take you any station you wish!
Walking through Harlem first thing in the morning was like being a single drop of blood inside an enormous body that was waking up. Brick and mortar, elevated train tracks, and miles of underground pipe, this city lived; day and night it thrived.
Streets, inseparable and blessed; and as they passed along in sunshine and shade, the noisy and the eager, and the arrogant and the froward and the vain, fretted and chafed,
It seems to me that the further East you go the more unpunctual are the trains. What ought they to be in China? - Jonathan Harker
Life for most of us is full of steep stairs to go up and later, shaky stairs to totter down; and very early in the history of stairs must have come the invention of bannisters.
Taxis, I loved taxis. Not the ones I came home drunk in, but the ones I caught to airports or railway stations.
I'm building a dream with elevators in it.
The distance between the haves and the have-nots is a train ride.
I suppose a human's carriage is a dwarf's bus.
When the tram has arrived at the stop, you have to be there! Calculate where a good opportunity will stop and be there!
I've always been fascinated with how transportation systems work and how cities are designed.
It is the glory of London that it is always ending and beginning anew, and that a visitor, with a good eye and indefatigable feet, will find in her travels all the Londons she has ever met in the pages of books, one atop the other, like the strata of the Earth.
Everywhere I go, I see incredible examples of communities that have a vision for transportation and how it will impact the quality of life, mobility, economics and opportunity.
As we must always remember, the most important freight that a road carries may be neither household goods, nor livestock, nor munitions of war - but ideas!
What could be safer than the bus center with its lamps and wheels?
Most men who have really lived have had, in some share, their great adventure. This railway is mine.
How like a railway tunnel is the poor man's life, with the light of childhood at one end, the intermediate gloom, and only the glimmer of a future life at the other extremity!
London is a city that offers all kinds of temptations, and whenever I go for a walk I discover things that I would like to bring back as souvenirs. But my resources are very limited. I cannot buy anything, and I make a point of taking my walks a good distance from these riches.
Bright specks that were commute ships, little eggs that carried businessmen and white-collar workers around. The huge transport tubes that shot masses of workmen to factories and labor camps from their housing units.
Stairs. This is Hell. Hell is stairs, was all Theo could think. I'd sell my soul for a goddamn elevator.
But I don't have a soul, do I? I'm some kind of fairy.
Okay, settle for an escalator, then.
Shadowy tangles of unpaved musty-smelling lanes where eldritch
The public be damned! (on whether the public should be consulted about luxury trains Aug 1918
the sprawl, is the automobile, the noose
The more he rode the trolleys and trains of New York, the more they seemed to form a giant, malevolent bellows, inhaling defenseless passengers from platforms and street corners and blowing them out again elsewhere.
The paths of London Below are not the paths of London Above: they rely to no little extent on things like belief and opinion and tradition as much as they rely upon the realities of maps. De
I like trains. I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended between two places, all anxieties of purpose taken care of: for this moment I know where I am going.
Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes: it's not the same as in daytime.
central thoroughfare, stood a
I think that maps showing platform details would be useful to visitors, especially to chaperones of school groups, etc. Also useful would be either a compass rose or an arrow pointing North at every metro exit. Emerging from underground is disorienting, especially at night.
She had more curves than a scenic railway
Restore human legs as a means of travel. Pedestrians rely on food for fuel and need no special parking facilities.
Along this particular stretch of line no express had ever passed. All the trains
the few that there were
stopped at all the stations. Denis knew the names of those stations by heart. Bole, Tritton, Spavin Delawarr, Knipswich for Timpany, West Bowlby, and, finally, Camlet-on-the-Water.
I am fond of lovely old words like 'locomotive'.
Passengers want options, and when they have options, like passenger rail, they choose them.
These old-style buses had other glories too. I'm sure it was not only me and my friends who enjoyed the occasional ride without a fare on these old wagons. 'Get on a red bus and not pay the fare, get on the red bus and go anywhere,' as I sang in 'Somewhere in London'.
You can't understand a city without using its public transportation system.
As a child I found railroad stations exciting, mysterious, and even beautiful, as indeed they often were.
Does anyone know where these gondolas of Paris come from?
[Fr., Ne sait on pas ou viennent ces gondoles Parisiennes?]
Increasing values again brought increasing values. As with the canals and turnpikes, it was transportation, this time the railroads, that was the focus of the speculation. Here the horizons seemed truly without limit. Who could lose on what was so obviously needed?
I liked the Ballarat train as a child.
This is what Lilly loves about London, that every building, street, common and square, has had different uses, that everything was once spomething else, that the present, was once the past ammended
By 1900, electric delivery wagons, trucks, buses, ambulances, and taxis were roaming city streets across the country.
Trains, cars and every kind of vehicles do not only carry people, but they also carry people's heavy thoughts and hidden hopelessnesses.
Rather than allowing subway and bus fares to rise while service erodes, we need to be lowering prices and expanding services - regardless of the costs. Public
These roads do not serve transportation alone, they also bind our Fatherland.
Choose the paths which are not worn out by many feet!
As many roads down as up, and the roads down as slippery as the others.
In rapid succession we passed through the fringe of fashionable London, hotel London, theatrical London, literary London, commercial London, and, finally, maritime London
In Fleet Street, in Fleet Street, the People are so fleetThey barely touch the cobble-stones with their nimble feet!
So, you can set up an orchestra down this end of the railway station playing one particular area, and simultaneously at the other end something completely different going on. And in the middle they meet, or not, depending.
In America, Fredericka, they don't really have trains for people. The trains here are used mainly to transport pigs, television sets, and fruit.
Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.